AN: I have a bunch of chapters written which will be seen as soon as I can
type and post them...
**Disclaimer: HAHA this is my chapter and in it I OWN EVERYTHING!!! Take
that!!
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"Yes Henry?" Mrs. Hammer eyed the boy with a look almost identical to the girl sitting next to him. Henry's frantically waving hand shot down, coming dangerously close to his partner's glasses.
"Watch it!" she hissed with a glare, shoving them on to the bridge of her nose.
"Sorry," Henry muttered distractedly. "Now Mrs. Hammer..."
Alexandra Woodward sighed and tuned out her over-eager lab partner as he besieged their teacher with questions. Biting the end of her pen, she glanced at the graphs in front of her, then at the clock. She sighed again. Not even the fourth day of 6th grade and they were already swamped with work. Not that she minded work; it was just such boring work. An essay bout their summer vacation in English, this lab on inertia in science. Things promised to get better but she was worried about now.
Looking down at her paper, Alex noticed the intricate flower running up the margin of her notes, staining her shorthand. Henry leaned over her shoulder and snorted. Her elbow shot instinctively into his ribs. He flinched.
"That hurt!" He wined.
"I'm sorry," Alex replied, forcing a look of concern on her face. Henry looked like he was going to press the issue, but the bell rang.
"So cliché," Alex whispered under her breath with a small smile. "Saved by the bell..."
With no more hesitation, Alex grabbed her backpack and fled the science lab. Reaching her locker, she spun the dial a bit before stopping. She bit her lip...
"17-6-35" A voice behind her supplied, before the question was even fully formed in her mind. She grinned and opened her locker, shoving books in her bag. A hand came into her vision, plucking her battered copy of "Wildmage" from her grasp and holding it tauntingly in front of her face.
"What is this, the zillionth read?" Her best friend, Patricia Carey teased. Alex blushed and snatched back her book, shoving it into her backpack with little ceremony despite the fact that she loved the book. Swinging said backpack over her shoulder, she headed with Trish to the bus lot, laughing the whole way. * * *
Half an hour later, with a last wave to Trish and Jay, Alex got off the bus and practically skipped up to her door. They had spent the entire time listening to Jay sigh over Isabel Gonzales. Isabel, Bella to everyone at school and Izzy to Trish, Alex and Rebekah, was known as the most beautiful girl in school, even after only four days. Alex allowed a brief wave of jealousy to wash over her before shoving open the front door.
Homework time, Alex thought with resignation. Going upstairs she spread her stuff out over her already filthy desk. Books were stacked over her entire left hand corner, from dictionaries to textbooks to her thousands of fantasy novels. The right corner was occupied by an ancient monitor hooked up to an only slightly newer mainframe, which Alex turned on as she sat down.
She had just barely begun when her stomach rumbled. Growling back, she went downstairs and grabbed a box of Easy-Mac, just about the easiest thing in the world to make and perfect for a girl who burned "Break-and-Bake." Sticking it in the microwave, Alex literally skipped over to the sound system in the family room and began blasting Greenday, glad her parents weren't home. There was a good chance her dad would start singing. Just the thought of her father sitting in his Abercrombie gear nodding his head and yelling to "Basket Case" made Alex giggle to herself.
The microwave began to beep, shrilly proclaiming the "pasta" was ready. Going over Alex yanked open the appliance.
Suddenly, there was bright flash of light, then dark. ********************************************************************* AN: Thank you to all my wonderful reviewers!!! Shadowdancer: I really like you're idea with the Gaelic but Latin is such traditional religious chanting language it thought it would suit, though I like Gaelic more! Whichever I find first... Jenica: The poem was the prophesy and the spell is not up because I can't seem to translate it...and I'll let you read more before you put that it won't be a crossover, the plot is still developing and you'll have to see, I really appreciate your advice though and I'll definitely take it into consideration QueenofConnaught: Thank you!! I try....
Anyway, all those who haven't reviewed...please do and I'll write you a note too!! Thanks ~a
"Yes Henry?" Mrs. Hammer eyed the boy with a look almost identical to the girl sitting next to him. Henry's frantically waving hand shot down, coming dangerously close to his partner's glasses.
"Watch it!" she hissed with a glare, shoving them on to the bridge of her nose.
"Sorry," Henry muttered distractedly. "Now Mrs. Hammer..."
Alexandra Woodward sighed and tuned out her over-eager lab partner as he besieged their teacher with questions. Biting the end of her pen, she glanced at the graphs in front of her, then at the clock. She sighed again. Not even the fourth day of 6th grade and they were already swamped with work. Not that she minded work; it was just such boring work. An essay bout their summer vacation in English, this lab on inertia in science. Things promised to get better but she was worried about now.
Looking down at her paper, Alex noticed the intricate flower running up the margin of her notes, staining her shorthand. Henry leaned over her shoulder and snorted. Her elbow shot instinctively into his ribs. He flinched.
"That hurt!" He wined.
"I'm sorry," Alex replied, forcing a look of concern on her face. Henry looked like he was going to press the issue, but the bell rang.
"So cliché," Alex whispered under her breath with a small smile. "Saved by the bell..."
With no more hesitation, Alex grabbed her backpack and fled the science lab. Reaching her locker, she spun the dial a bit before stopping. She bit her lip...
"17-6-35" A voice behind her supplied, before the question was even fully formed in her mind. She grinned and opened her locker, shoving books in her bag. A hand came into her vision, plucking her battered copy of "Wildmage" from her grasp and holding it tauntingly in front of her face.
"What is this, the zillionth read?" Her best friend, Patricia Carey teased. Alex blushed and snatched back her book, shoving it into her backpack with little ceremony despite the fact that she loved the book. Swinging said backpack over her shoulder, she headed with Trish to the bus lot, laughing the whole way. * * *
Half an hour later, with a last wave to Trish and Jay, Alex got off the bus and practically skipped up to her door. They had spent the entire time listening to Jay sigh over Isabel Gonzales. Isabel, Bella to everyone at school and Izzy to Trish, Alex and Rebekah, was known as the most beautiful girl in school, even after only four days. Alex allowed a brief wave of jealousy to wash over her before shoving open the front door.
Homework time, Alex thought with resignation. Going upstairs she spread her stuff out over her already filthy desk. Books were stacked over her entire left hand corner, from dictionaries to textbooks to her thousands of fantasy novels. The right corner was occupied by an ancient monitor hooked up to an only slightly newer mainframe, which Alex turned on as she sat down.
She had just barely begun when her stomach rumbled. Growling back, she went downstairs and grabbed a box of Easy-Mac, just about the easiest thing in the world to make and perfect for a girl who burned "Break-and-Bake." Sticking it in the microwave, Alex literally skipped over to the sound system in the family room and began blasting Greenday, glad her parents weren't home. There was a good chance her dad would start singing. Just the thought of her father sitting in his Abercrombie gear nodding his head and yelling to "Basket Case" made Alex giggle to herself.
The microwave began to beep, shrilly proclaiming the "pasta" was ready. Going over Alex yanked open the appliance.
Suddenly, there was bright flash of light, then dark. ********************************************************************* AN: Thank you to all my wonderful reviewers!!! Shadowdancer: I really like you're idea with the Gaelic but Latin is such traditional religious chanting language it thought it would suit, though I like Gaelic more! Whichever I find first... Jenica: The poem was the prophesy and the spell is not up because I can't seem to translate it...and I'll let you read more before you put that it won't be a crossover, the plot is still developing and you'll have to see, I really appreciate your advice though and I'll definitely take it into consideration QueenofConnaught: Thank you!! I try....
Anyway, all those who haven't reviewed...please do and I'll write you a note too!! Thanks ~a